Whistle wind! Embrace the lost.
Send spirits with loud moans.
Silence radiant flowers.
Break still order like our rage.
Hum hair before low faces,
Liquid tangles blown below.
Hide eyes from icy sunlight,
Bright bullets slice the soul.
Cut power cut exposing lights
There's nothing to be seen.
Crumple trees' blanketing leaves
And dismiss whatever's green.
Drown smiling drown laughter
With the honesty of loss.
Take, wind, our silent prayers
And the torrent wave of thoughts.
Pound windows, fling the darkness down
Let each feel each's chill.
Make haughty grass bow down its stalk
And mourn for all those killed.
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